Let me slip into your skin for a moment
and breathe through your nostrils
And run my fingers through your hair

Let me feel for just a moment
The warmth of a soft spirit
Ready for adventure yet

Content with a home
That is wherever you rest next
Let me live just a little

In the spirit of you
In the deep blue blanket
Of wisdom, grace, contentment

I am tired of me
Let me slip into your skin for a moment
Let me live just a little

I wake up in your arms this morning
My skin burns with the heat of the dawn
And the heat of this heart blazing
Beneath the bones in my chest

I want to wake up every morning
With your hands keeping me together

You are my guard
You are the tender skin that shrouds
My inmost dynamism

I breathe a shallow breath
And slip back into the dark rest
That is sleeping in your arms

My lips quiver in a feverish state
State (a long pause of existence)
What kind of state have you trapped me in?
So careless

I will just come out and say it
IwantyouandIneedyouandIcannotlivewithoutyou
So there...





There you are.
Sitting in the black purple velvet chocolate night
Like a black farol feline
Playing with a cricket under your
Long clawed thumbs

Chirp.
chirp..
chir....
chi.....
ch......
c.......
......­..

Sometimes I think our love is so perfect
That I wish we could fight
About anything really

I just want an excuse to be mad at you for once

Here I am told that I can’t practice what I believe
That’s like telling me not to breath
That’s like telling me not to eat
Or giving me sustenance and pulling all my teeth

What happened to being free?
Or am I just missing something?
Last time I checked, being free from practicing my faith isn’t free…
It’s *******, control, deceit…

I understand I’m not supposed to try to force on others what I believe
So why is it ok to force me into disbelief?
Why is it ok for me to be forced to be “clean”
Like I’m some drug testing, weapon bearing, outlaw parolee

Everyone has God or Darwin, something to believe
Everyone has some church that they follow, some theology
I just don't get why mine is "wrong" to practice openly
Because being told that I can’t pray in school isn’t really free

I fell under the apple tree
and sang a broken song
I fell onto the apples leaves
and fruit that had just fallen

I sang of all the apple seeds
lay waiting on the ground
and mourned the lovely apple fruit
soon sacrificed for love

I sank under the apple tree
and felt the weight sink in
Cause every little apple tree
must let go of their kin

HEY!*



Why won't you answer the phone......








I tried to tell you what you wanted to hear
That I'm sorry, I'm trying
Shhhhh.
I'll calm all your fear

But all I get is busy tone



beep

beep

beep

beep

beep

beep

Because you left your phone unhooked so you couldn't pick up
and I'm sick of this ****, and I feel you call me a ****
from the side of the phone that hangs low with distrust
and all you do is blame me for your past and your pain
but I look past all your past and try not to feel shamed


for the woman that broke you

and the way that I spoke to you



last night...



and how I have become
what you always thought I'd be
Not through my actions, but by that way that I'm seen

And there is no escape from this lucid cage
that you fixed me in along with every other
****** up ***** with a pretty face*


But I'll just wait







'till the beeping stops and hope you break my walls
Because I just want to be the girl that still loves you when it falls